I knew this as soon as I moved my arms away from my body and there was more softness under my hands than I was willing to explore. I realized Sir Paul...was talking to me - or rather, at me. This was something I was used to. This time he wanted me to actually listen though. He kept saying, ‘Please believe me,’ after each sentence. I couldn’t help it. I dozed off again.I think I dreamed. Sir Paul was talking to me in my dream. He kept saying things like, “You’re a person. You’ve been fucked over. So we then sat on the same sofa next to each other. She then asked me “do you like me?” I said, “I like you so much”. Then she asked me “Apdiya, evalavu pudikum? (oh, how much you like me?)” i got an erection. I then told her not to tell about this to ashika. She agreed. Then i said, “i like you so much, you are a hot girl”. She smiled and said “how do you know i am hot?”. i said there are certain things in a girl that will make her hot. Then to make it fun i said, i wont tell you. By now she. Smiling at me she said, isn't sex in the outdoors so much better? I said it sure is. I pushed my cock further into her slowly. She wrapped her legs around me and said, give it to me hard. I rammed my cock the rest of the way in her.I began ramming her cunt with my cock, over and over again. Her cunt was gripping my cock so hard it felt like the first time I ever had any pussy. I felt my cum beginning to move and knew I would soon be shooting her full of my cum, but I didn't want to cum too soon. Unfortunately the mattress had had cleaning fluid poured over it, making it impossible to get any DNA evidence there.That triggered something in my memory, and I dug through the files to refresh my recollection. I found a five-year-old case involving a 15-year-old girl that had been kidnapped and brutalized over a period of months in the Denver area. Her name was Angela Wilkins. With the idea that there seemed to be some parallels, I did a nation-wide search and found that she had moved out.